Every time Jun Crimson watched this chef eat, he couldn't help but stare at his mouth for a moment, watching his mouth work extremely hard.

So, Feng Xingyi quickly gave him this nickname, which is popular and vivid.

"And how do you know I'm in the studio? Did you arrive in such a timely manner? ”

Feng Xingyi smiled: "After all, we have been in the same bed for so long, I still know you, and I guessed where you went, so I went to take a look." ”

His hand was still stretched out in front of Jun Crimson: "Show me the painting." ”

Jun Crimson was helpless, so he had to take out the three paintings and put them on the table: "Look at it." ”

Feng Xingyi picked up the one that painted himself first, and glanced at it: "The painting is really quite similar." ”

glanced at Jun Crimson again, and guessed: "You specifically took my ...... What do you think of me? ”

Jun Crimson: "......"

She rubbed her eyebrows: "You think too much - I also took the princess's, according to your reasoning, doesn't I also have thoughts about this princess?" ”

Feng Xingyi said leisurely: "You are not at odds with this princess, she has calculated you, maybe you stole her painting and came back to stab her villain." Took mine and hers, did you think of me in my portrait? Sticking a needle to her portrait? ”

Jun Crimson was stunned by his miraculous reasoning and was speechless.

Feng Xingyi's fingers tracing lightly on the portrait for a moment, and then he put away the three paintings, and was about to put them into his storage space, when Jun Crimson grabbed his hand: "Hero, slow down!" This painting is all mine! ”

"You don't really want to drool over my portrait, do you?"

Jun Crimson gritted his teeth: "Forget about your one, you just put it away and return mine and the princess's to me!" ”

"It won't work." Feng Xingyi was righteous and awe-inspiring: "No matter how bad the princess is, she is also your fellow practitioner who is now sharing hardships, you can't stab her villain." ”

Jun has a crimson black line, if she really wants to see that princess unhappy, she just beats her fist directly, why bother that spirit to stab the villain?!

"I didn't want to stab her - forget it, I don't want her one anymore, then you can give me my one!"

Jun Crimson retreated to the second, she just wanted to study the painting carefully, and it didn't matter whose portrait it was.

"Not really." Feng Xingyi looked at her little hand that grabbed her wrist, and her voice was still slow and unreasonable: "This portrait of yours is more beautiful than yourself, and I am ready to drool at it." ”

Jun Crimson: "......"

What if she really wants to shoot the person in front of her?

It's a pity that she can't beat him now, and she can't reveal his vest-

"It's okay if you don't let me keep your portrait, how about you sleep with me tonight?"

Feng Xingyi used a slight force to pull her closer, her lips almost touched Jun's crimson ears, and her voice was ambiguous.

Jun Scarlet replied very simply: "The ghost will sleep with you again!" ”

A palm pushed him away, then jumped out of the window and ran.

Feng Xingyi smiled lightly behind her, but did not chase her.

That portrait is evil, she doesn't hold it well, it's not good for her cultivation—

He took out a portrait and sketched it with his fingers for a moment, his eyes flashing with coldness, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved.

- Leather Painter!

So you're hiding here!

It's so good—

……

Jun Crimson ran into a grove and rubbed his ears.

She's always had sensitive ears, especially lately, it seems to be more sensitive, and the bastard likes to lean into her ear to talk—